Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.